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56. Emergency Situations

Akhmar stepped into the spacious courtyard, passing through an iron fence with a high-sized classical pattern.  Wide steps led him all the way to the terrace.  His eyes glanced left and right. Slender.

The terrace is quite bright with enough lighting.  He is really worried about his current appearance.  Wearing brown clothes, black skullcap, pants, and carrying a mushaf.  It looks like an ustad.

“It feels like I'm like a beggok guy here.  Jeez!”  Akhmar was self-deprecating.  Why suddenly become such a moron?  Even what made him look like a fool was the level of a child who was still in a gray-white uniform.  It feels so ridiculous.

He remembered that he was confused while in the market buying clothes that he now wears it. several times choosing and changing clothes, looking and continuing to search, he said, eventually his choice fell on the cocoa he now wears.  He truly felt that he had been deceived by his own wits.

“Who's there?” zahra, who caught Akhmar standing in front of the house, refused to enter.

Akhmar just fixated while fixing his coffee that has not tasted right in the head since.  

“Oh... You?  Akhmar right?” exclaiming Zahra who is standing on the terrace.  “You learn njai?  Yes, come in!”

Hearing that, Akhmar stepped in through the side of the house.  

Zahra's in.

Thank goodness my sister-in-law didn't question him much.  Uh, what's sister-in-law?  Akhmar stepped over the side porch of the house.  He knows where to go.  Exactly to the room where she had entered.

His steps came to a halt in the doorway staring at the small children sitting neatly lined up in the room.   They range in age from four to eleven years.  Many numbers.  The girls sat neatly lined up on the left, and the men lined up neatly on the right.  The sounds of children chatting and joking laughter sounded boisterous, enlivening the atmosphere.  There were even two boys chasing.

“Eh, there's Mr. ustad!” one of the children stared at Akhmar's arrival.

The children who sat with their backs to Akhmar turned their heads.  The children's eyes were fixed on Akhmar.

Holy hooch!  Called Mr. ustad?  And how could Akhmar sit with the children?  Does this mean he has to learn to teach in the crowd of children?  Where do you want his face to look at and ridiculed the children because at his age is as old as it is just learning to teach?  Akhmar gave up his intentions, he better go home.  Shame to sit with the kids.

Akhmar turned back, walked out the door.  But what about his promise to Aiza?  The men held are the words he said.  Anyway, why is it so ridiculous?  why do you have to obey Aiza?  The opportunity to deposit reading is today.if he gets late, then he will fail to learn to teach there.

Again, he became the center of attention of children.  Those who ran around immediately sat down, making sure the child was the most stubborn child.  His face and his face are visible.  The scream suddenly disappeared.  Quiet room.

“Waalaikumsalam, sir ustad!” exclaimed the wayward boy earlier, insinuating Akhmar who entered the room without saying hello.  They certainly used to say hello when entering the room.

The other children chuckled at once.  

“Hus, quiet!” sarkas Akhmar with a sharp gaze, made the children instantly speechless and not wrinkled. 

Akhmar then went around watching the children.stand staring at the cute faces of the boys in veils and in hats.  “Why hasn't your teacher arrived yet?”

“Not the Pak ustad who replaced Kak Aiza?” The wayward boy turned the question around.

Keep answering the boy.

“Gue is not a njai teacher.  I'm the same as you, want njai.”  Akhmar sat down at the side of the boys.

They gawk.  But do not want to ask a lot of questions considering Akhmar fierce.

“Assalamu’alaikum!”

The thundering sound accompanied by footsteps entered the room, immediately answered with simultaneous greetings by children.

The figure of a middle-aged man with a typical kyai appearance appeared and immediately sat in front apling, facing towards the children.  Sorban on the shoulders.  White skullcap on the head, as well as a box-box holster.

Akhmar was surprised to see the middle-aged man's face.  Isn't that the old Bangka whose head was hit by his shoes?  Waduh, shreds!

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